Like staring into an open grave *Invite Only*

[The Gamemaster]

He choked hard, scuttling back as he watched with thinly veiled terror as the spectre of death walked closer, futilely holding up a hand as though to ward off the demon before him. It wasn't supposed to be like this, dammit! He was Aleksei the Beast! One of the Golden Dawn, the elite of the elite soldiers for the Perfect Path! How could this... demon in the form of a child have destroyed him, when he had been dead a few moments ago.

"Noo!" He moans, spitting black coagulating blood as he gasps in pain, leaning heavily on a broken arm that is as thick and wide as the entire body of this youth who is coming to kill him. "Stay back, monster!" He says futilely, as the figure soaked in blood steps closer. He had killed him, he was sure of it, and yet... How was it that he lived? How was it that he had so completely and totally devastated him. He could see inside his ravaged chest cavity dammit, so how was it that he still lived!? How was it that the blood oozed from the gaping wound, rather than poured? What was this.. thing, was it really a demon.

Burning scarlet eyes focused on him with an almost cruel disinterest. "You attack my family, those near and dear to me, those more important to me than this immortal life itself... And you think that you might beg my forgiveness?" Says the youth, no more than a boy barely reaching manhood. His pale features are composed into an icy mask, the penetrating stare of those burning eyes hits Aleksei like a ton of bricks, as though he were staring into his own open grave. "Foolish little Vampire, didn't you know? It is futile for men to bargain with Dragons." He said, as his hand rose before the injured Aleksei, curling into a fist as he flexed his will, and summoned his power to bear.

Aleksei cried out then, as the broken stone around him began to quiver, bent to the will of this demon before him... Or was he a Dragon? Was that not what he had said, that men could not bargain with Dragons? "Damn you!" coughed Aleksei, as the stone began to move around him, fitting together as though it were a box. No, not a box, this was something else, if the strangers eyes were his grave, then this would be his coffin. "Its too late for that, but you are welcome to curse my name for eternity, as you suffer in the bowels of hell." Says the Pale Dragon before him, long hair whipping around a narrow face that is as composed and sharp as a sword. "Die."

His hand grasps closed all the way with that cool word, and the box contracts completely, Aleksei's last thought is that it hurts so badly, before with a sickening snapping squelch, the command of the Pale Dragon comes to pass. Condensed stone, compressed so tightly it appears no more than a cinder block sits before the Dragon, leaking blood from the broken mass that was once the near 7 foot tall body of Aleksei the Beast. The Dragon quivers for a moment, a trail of fresh blood leaking from the corner of his perfect mouth. "Such is the fate of all who would threaten that which is most important to me." He says weakly, as the oozing blood begins to trickle, then pour and he collapses forward. His eyes are glazed, and his breathing ragged. "Dammit... am I to die here?" His fingers draw furrows in the rubble. "No... not here, not when I have finally found you again." He says, speaking to the ghost of his memories, and a smiling face that had melted his heart of ice, almost a thousand years ago.

As he lay there, losing his life's blood, he remembered the events of this night. Thinking back to before the battle that had claimed the life of Aleksei the Beast, and all that he had learned. It had all started earlier that evening, when Sakurazuka Seiryu had set out to find the one who had pulled the strings leading to the attack on Hyouda Karu. The Pale Dragon wheezes, and his eyes narrow as he remembered Seiryu closing in on Aleksei, thinking it would be an easy battle. Oh, it had been anything but easy, and Seiryu had not been prepared in the slightest. The Dragon wheezes, his fingers and toes numbing as his body begins to set into shock. Damn that idealist Seiryu, had he not been focused on mercy, then this would not have happened....

It all began when the bike left the Academy...

[Sakurazuka Seiryu]

As she panics he moves to sit beside her quickly, enveloping her in his warm embrace, snuggling her tightly and protectively as he gently smooths her hair. "Its okay Tsuki-chan, its okay..." He says his voice soft. "We are in a clinic, you had lost alot of blood, and needed a transfusion." He explains, trying to calm her as he buries his face into her soft hair. His face twists into a grimace, he wants to say that she is safe, but how can he? She was targeted by those animals... He had seen the blood on her thighs, as well as her nakedness, and he felt sick to his stomach at what she must have endured.

When she was calm, he already had a specialist on site to give her an examination, to check for damage as well as someone to help with counseling. He would be there when she needed him, and show her that it didn't change the way he felt for her. And yet the idea that they had damaged her so made him sick. He wanted to kill them. Rarely had he ever wanted to hunt someone down and kill them, it was always about judication. Always before he had seen the laws and rules of the Vampire world in action, and yet such wanton cruelty caught him off guard. Hatred festered in his heart for the French bastard, curdling and rotting away and driving him to swear that when they next met, he would kill him, painfully.

However, he snapped back to the present to the other overwhelming need, the one that was more important by far. He gently attempted to lay her back, she would need more blood, both human and his own, to replenish her strength. It had been a terrible mistake on his own part, this was his fault. He had wanted to prepare her for anti-vampire combat, but had never gotten around to it. Now she paid the price for his own procrastination. It was a moment of bitterness, that he had introduced her to a world where she was just the prey for the many predators. He wondered if she would resent him for it. He had thought that their enemies were the E's, he never suspected that the situation was this serious. Having her as a Thrall alone couldn't fight these enemies. A little part of him whispered in the dark of his mind that she would be safer if he turned her... That she would be safe, and powerful, he could feed her of himself and make her a match for them. She would learn to love it...

The realization of what he was thinking was like a hand made of ice had forcibly gripped his heart.

[Shizunei, Sakura]

The clinic. She remembered now. After she saw what had been happened to Seiryu-sama and the human that was with him she had ran home for help. She still had no idea as to what happened after her brush with . She herself was admitted to the clinic as well when the doctor had seen the state had been in when she first got there. She was still confined to her own bed in the clinic. At the moment she had snuck out of her room and was looking for Seiryu-sama. When she got to the right room she poked her head around the door and knocked. In a rather nervous voice she said. "Is she okay? I wanted to apologize for attacking you before. I'm really sorry." She would've said more but at the moment she had another attack. She sat down next to the wall and held her head in her hands and she mumbled the words. "What's happening to me?" She just sat there trying not to scream. She didn't understand what was going on eversince the fight with Aleksei and the Witchdoctor the attacks started happening more and more frequently and because of the attacks she was still confined to the clinic. "Someone please help me?" she mumbled again as she tried not to scream.